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TV is Magic!

TV is Magic!A brief reminder that Sarah Silverman premieres her brand spankin' new sitcom tonight on Comedy Central (10:30pm). We saw a brief clip at last year's CDR 4th anniversary show and we found it to be, according to our notes, "a wild, hysterical romp of absurdity that will no doubt threaten to break out of your television set and into your living room, forcing the viewer to question the reality of space and time, bringing about the end of the human race in the process."

Not surprisingly, the suits don't mention this possibility in their press release:

"The Sarah Silverman Program" stars Silverman who plays a character (aptly named Sarah Silverman) whose absurd daily life is told through an array of scripted scenes and song. In each episode, Sarah manages to fall into unique, sometimes unsettling and always hilarious predicaments, with her sister (played by real-life sister Laura Silverman), her geeky gay neighbors, Brian and Steve (Brian Posehn and Steve Agee) and Officer Jay (Jay Johnston) never far from her side.

To get you in the mood, we present a clip from Silverman's interview with Jimmy Kimmel last week during which she presented her attack on the attack on global warming, entitled "A Very Convenient Truth".

After the show, we recommend heading over to the AST board and participating in a virtual roundtable discussion with like-minded individuals.


2007: The Year of The Kirkman

The Kirkman!Before we get into Day Three of our 15,000 day treatise on the LA comedy scene, we thought it might be best to make a bold declaration, you know, before The Man starts paying too close attention and forces us to conform to the popularized idea of what a comedy blog should be, invariably with a whole lot of product placement to boot.

It's time to officially announce, a month late, that 2007 will be The Year of The Kirkman.

Since this is the first year of such an "award", we're still not sure if this is one of those blessed accolades, like the Grammy's Best New Artist award, or a cursed one, like the Madden Cover Curse. That knowledge will only come with the passing of time.

We're not going to get into too many details about what makes Ms. Jen Kirkman so special right now. Hopefully it'll be evident when, next week, we publish an exclusive interview that is coming to The Coming.

But for now all we ask of you readers is to, sometime in the next 11 months, check out a Jen Kirkman show. That's all. And hell, if December 31st rolls around and you still haven't seen her, we'll even give you an extra month. We're more than happy to let her reign for a full calendar year.

All relevant information on where to see her can, presumably, be found on her blog or MySpace page.

Show Recap: Comedy Death Ray, 1.30.07

CDR 1.30.07Note: As a warning, the following recap was written solely from memory. As such, factual inaccuracies are not only expected, but we'd be surprised if we got anything right.

Host Nick Kroll opened up the night with some crowd work regarding obtrusive earrings and a Steve Perry-looking, front-row-Indian-style-sitting unemployed actor named Sean. He went on to explain how dumb people are better at fucking than smart folk, told the story of an old Jew-hating Polish lady, and brought down the house with his improvised interpretation of shitty spoken word poetry.

Next up with Tom Rhodes, a classic set-up-punchline joketeller. We were skeptical at first of Rhodes because he came out with an almost Dice-esque hardass attitude, but he slowly, and surely, won us and most of the audience over with a story about his gays-in-the-military hating brother and his brief but disappointing rendevoux with Tom Waits.

The Bammer was next and started with a bunch of new stuff, maybe as a preview of her new CD. After working on a fantastic new comedy persona she wants to use in smaller, more rural, Larry the Cable Guy-friendly clubs, Maria went into some classic material about meeting her high school nemesis at the check-out line and talking to her hand-puppet God. The highlight for us, though, was watching the woman sitting across from us, eatin' up everything The Bammer was dishin' out. Not only were there visible tears streaming down her face for most of the set, but whenever Maria started an odd premise, her face contorted in a "I can't believe she said that" face. A small thing for sure, but it really made our night.

Mary Lynn Rajskub was the second-half of the quirkily POV'd females, although her style was much more stream-of-consciousness than The Bammer. Her usual brand of tangental rants, annoyance with specific crowd members, stories from her celebrity life and general stage-fidgeting was on full display. Towards the end of the set, she used a fantastic phrase to relay her feelings of Golden Globe-related anxiety to heavyweight Hollywood producer Brian Grazer, (does anyone remember the phrase?) and the audience went into hysterics. For some reason, MLR thought the audience was simply laughing at the name-dropped Brian Grazer and she broke into an even more hilarious rant about how fake the audience was, and how all she had to do to get laughs in this town was say Brian Grazer's name over and over. Brian Grazer, Brian Grazer, Brian Grazer!

Nick Kroll brought out an extra microphone, which meant it was time for The Brothers Sklar. They did a short set that started with Dueling Johnny Carsons and ended with Dueling Andrew Dice Clays. In between, they did an extended bit on how a suburban house in St. Louis was used for the opening montage in "Miami Vice".

Nick Swardson was next up and impressed everyone with his odd story of losing $300 in Vegas to a monkey. We're blanking on the rest of his set, but be assured that he received consistent laughs from everyone. Everyone except the mobster-looking fella who was seated next to the previously-mentioned teary-eyed gawking Bamford fan. The only one who got him to crack a smile was our next, and final, performer.

Paul F. Tompkins was the closer for the night, with great justification. He started with an aforementioned mis-read of the crowd's feelings about Barbaro and a story about NOT snubbing Tom Rhodes in London a few years back. From there, PFT went into what has become his standard set in the past few weeks, which makes us wonder if he's honing the material for another special or tour. The set included his experience with JetBlue, his problems with automatic sinks in public bathrooms, and his take on the great pie vs. cake debate.

All in all, it was one of the better, and more crowded, nights we can remember. The standing room only crowd - the show didn't start until 9ish because so many damn people showed up - led to a steamy room, but luckily the air kicked in about halfway through PFT's set, getting us all nice and chilly before we braved the misty rain outside.

That's Sketchtastic!

Ain't Nobodies BitchesIn another update to our rapidly-expanding calendar section, we finally have something for you to do this Friday night, saving you from another lonely night of petting your three cats, taking a long bubble bath, plowing through a 1/2 gallon of ice cream and/or preparing your Super Bowl nacho dip. (And yes, those are all euphemisms for masturbation. Trust us.)

This Friday night, the comedy conglomerate Troop! - the only organization that not only boasts three members with first names starting with B, but also three members with last names starting with S! - will be kickin' ass and takin' names, not necessarily in that order, as special guests at the Comedy Cocktail at The Highlands.

Other performers include:

The 11th Hour
Sketch Armstrong
Mail Order Comedy

Tickets are $20, but according to the website, make those reservations two days before the event (today!) and drop that price down to $10. More FREE MONEY!!!!

Note: Don't hold us to the above price-reducing method. Our math isn't what it used to be.

Video of the Moment: The Naked Trucker & T-Bones on KTLA Morning News

Is the quality of the video a little pixellated? Sure. Does the fact that The Naked Trucker is wearing a robe ruin the effect a bit? Indeed. Despite these diminshed aspects, does Sam Rubin emit the same primitive sexual power he's known for? You bet your sweet ass!